Witch Godmother Mga Nobela at Kwento

But so am I, more so in fact. We walk through the portal. Standing back in Dark Moon feels strange. We walk up to the doors of the packhouse and my heart pounds against my ribcage as the door opens and there stands the woman I called mommy, Gaia, the wolf Goddess of Hell.

I was not ecstatic about dealing with them at all, but we would succeed. I went on to explain what their weaknesses were – Moon Fire, other types of light, certain magic, dragon fire, and hellfire. I had everyone raise a hand that had access to any of that. A large portion of the room had their hands raised. That was a huge relief. “The Goddess Hecate has shared a plan for the witches on their side. We have a secret weapon who will be able to draw out those witch’s magic, leaving them human. It’s their punishment for forsaking the will of their Goddess.”

“There’s another prophecy. Older than both of us. It says Lucifer will mate the strongest witch to ever live, and they’ll have a child powerful enough to overthrow God.” “…Okay?” “That witch is Nyx,” Hecate says. I blink. “No. She’s my mate.” “She is,” Selene confirms. “Because Hecate and I bound her to you. But Lucifer’s magic is older. Deeper. If he mates her, it cancels your bond.” The world just stops. “No,” I say. “No. Then we go get her. Right now.” “We can’t, Nathan,” Hecate says. “She’s already begun the transformation into a goddess. If we pull her out now, she’ll either die or go berserk and destroy everything in her path. We have to stop it. The child can’t be born.”

???'s POV "What the hell is a witch doing here?" Scorch yelled, his eyes flashing orange as his blood boiled. He gently set his sister on the ground before standing to his feet again. "There are no weapons allowed in here," he fumed. Smoke literally seeped from his ears, and his eyes were bloodshot and angry. Dragons believed witches were the ultimate evil weapons because of how the Moon Goddess created them, with the help of a dark witch. "Just calm down. Isis means you no harm," Zander explained calmly, while he raised his hands in protest. Scorch ignored the Wolfman.

Eric warned, “Erin, I advise you not to underestimate the King of the Dark Witches.” Levi held my hand and pulled me toward our room, shutting the door behind us. “Let’s continue our discussion.” I smiled. “Very well then. Somehow I wandered into Hell and met a goddess who gave me her powers. She taught me how to create the Golden Ones.” Levi asked, “Why was she in Hell?” I replied, “For abusing her supernatural powers. She’s mated to the Demon King.” He asked, “Roosevelt?” I shook my head. “I think he’s Roosevelt’s father. The man I met also controls dragons. He has more than one.”

Eleanor blinked, confusion flashing through the fury, “What do you mean?” The witch’s eyes gleamed. “She is no fragile girl. She is the Mother of Werewolves reborn. The storm that birthed all of your kind. The goddess you should have bowed to, but instead she bows to you, deceives you and steals what should be yours,” Eleanor shook her head, stumbling back a step, "What? No. She’s weak. She cries. She bleeds. She—”

She scowls at him, “Good. Okay, so you’re my grandfather or whatever, and I’m a Phoenix. Crow is the Voodoo-Witch that sealed me when I was a baby, and is willing to remove the sigil once he has the supplies to do so. I’m a Demigoddess, I’m fucking divine?” She’s on a roll, and Sol puts a finger up, as if to ask to speak. She nods.

I knew her voice, but she had never spoke so directly to me before. “Willow, we are not children of your mother and father, we were adopted by humans. We are descendants of our mother, Bellona, a most powerful witch, who led her coven in war against our father. Our father was Gedeon, known for the hundreds of thousands of warriors he slaughtered in this universe, and many others. Gedeon was the keeper of many souls, punishment for the crimes they committed, that they may never move beyond this realm.” “Just shut the fuck up for a second please, why am I a dog right now?” I asked in my head.

She took the risk and draws a pentagram with the spell so that this time nothing interrupted her. “Zero.” She whispers, calling forth her guardian god in its animal form of a wing horse. Along with the thirteen gates that represent the Zodiac God, with the markings and symbols for the Serpentine Ophiuchus. “I need to know everything.” With the neon purple hue that is distinct and only she has, she cast another spell. Calling forth for the time clock, but before anything could turn and happen. Zero screams in pain, with her pentagram that is rapidly turning into a stone. Corruption and darkness turn the white wing horse into a jet-black one.

She understands. "I'm not signing." "Then they die now. In front of you. Your choice." I look at my children. At Damon. At the impossible situation. "There's another option." The witch steps from the shadows. "Who let you in?" Caius demands. "I go where I'm needed. And you, child, have made a mess." "Stay out of this." "I can't. The Moon Goddess sent me. You've corrupted something sacred. Poisoned a blessed bond. That has consequences."